When we are dealing with papers, textile, piece of timber and soap, the restriction became a freedom. Sketching with scissors instead of pencil reminded me of Matisse’s scissors painting.
I was free of guilt. When you choose to deal with gold and silver to make your work, you cannot escape from the blood, gut, war, power, the rich and the poor.
I am trying really hard to enjoy being lost without destination like we are traveling in foreign land.
But haven’t we already done this (getting lost and calling it experiment or trial of life) many times before in different stage of life and in different institutions?
Maybe not. Maybe I should not be looking for a map or sign. I should just look around and be.